Chapter 857: The Old Fox

How much longer could he hold on?

Nadir Shah did not know.

Because the great army of the Ottoman Empire had already set out.

Now, the flames of war were spreading throughout the entire Safavid Dynasty.

Other generals were also resisting with difficulty.

He knew that things were very difficult for the Safavid this time.

However.

as long as he was still here for one day, he would not let the enemy enter the true heartland of the Safavid so easily for one day!

"Has the logistical supply arrived?"

He took a deep breath and asked the person beside him.

"My lord, it has arrived. It's just that—"

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"Just what?"

"The quantity this time is much less again."

Nadir Shah gave a cold snort: "These Shia fellows are truly stingy! But times are tough all over the country right now, so bear with it! Use it sparingly!"

"Hold the line for me, hold the line!"

At this moment.

"Yes!"

Full-scale war!

The entire Safavid Dynasty was completely engulfed in the flames of war!

The westernmost city of the Safavid Dynasty, Tabriz, was also suffering from a fierce enemy assault! One hundred thousand Ottoman Empire troops had launched a frantic attack on Tabriz!

Suleiman felt like he was going to vomit blood!

He had not had a good night's sleep for over a month.

Thinking back to some time ago, when the Central Asia Five Countries were carving up Bukhara, he was also present; he was one of those who got a slice of the cake. He never expected that, in such a short time, before he had even finished digesting the cake, he himself had become a cake in the eyes of others!

The Longyan East India Company was one thing. The Ottoman were also looting a burning house, and the Putu Kingdom had actually gotten involved as well!

"These damned Longyan, these hypocritical Longyan!"

"Do they really think our Safavid Dynasty is made of mud? Hold the line for me, you must hold the line!"

"Yes!"

"Bastards!"

"All of them are bastards!"

"We have taken two more towns!"

Artillery fire filled the sky, and casualties were heavy.

But the Safavid Dynasty had, after all, once been glorious; as the saying goes, a centipede dies but never falls over, so it would not be so easy for the Ottoman to swallow the Safavid so quickly. Especially in a religious state like this, once mobilized, everyone was a soldier, and that combat power was absolutely unimaginable.

At this moment.

Hamid in Istanbul was pacing back and forth in anxiety.

"We have won again!"

"Victory report, victory report!"

This matter had both pros and cons for Hamid.

The bad part was that if the Janissary won battles, the resources they obtained would naturally increase. This was of no benefit to the Sipahi Cavalry.

Reports of victory from the front line were coming in one after another. The public support for the Janissary within the country was growing louder and louder.

Of course.

He had been waiting.

Waiting for this situation to reach a critical point.

But the good part was that this would further provoke the conflict between the Sipahi and the Janissary, intensifying the emotional confrontation between the two sides.

Hamid was waiting.

He began to contact those Sipahi Cavalry generals.

He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that could erupt.

As the youngest son of Mustafa, Hamid naturally had his own forces and intelligence system.

Over the past month, he had already begun contacting his own people.

He was waiting for the moment the Ottoman army suffered a setback.

The feedback from the Sipahi generals had already reached Hamid's hands.

Now was not the time.

The Janissary were driving deep into enemy territory and must have gained a lot of popular support; the chances of success if they rose up now were not high.

They believed that the Ottoman Empire was already terminally ill!

The Ottoman Empire needed change!

Agreed.

Everyone was angry about the cold treatment the Sipahi had received and the fact that Hamid had been imprisoned by the Grand Vizier.

Soon.

Hamid became increasingly excited.

The Ottoman Empire needed reform!

The Ottoman Empire needs iron and blood to be reforged! Therefore, as long as His Highness Hamid rises up, their five hundred thousand Sipahi Cavalry will simultaneously respond in over thirty cities.

First, the Ottoman army must suffer a setback; only then can he and the Sipahi have a mass base.

Second, he is still being held prisoner, and the City Defense Army of Istanbul is under the control of the Grand Vizier Ahmed. It is difficult enough for him to even step out of his residence, let alone stage an uprising here.

However.

Now, two problems lie before him.

Liu Zheng watched the honor guard from Korea quietly.

But he believed.

His idol, Vice Minister Liu, would definitely have arrangements.

In his past life, Liu Zheng had heard a saying: to see the style of the Tang Dynasty, go to the Wa country; to see the clothing, etiquette, and certain customs of the Ming Dynasty, go to Korea.

Looking at it today, it was indeed true.

Don't say it.

It really looked like the real thing.

"Welcome, Eldest Princess! Welcome, Vice Minister Liu!"

The whole crowd shouted.

To Korea, the Longyan Army was indeed the Royal Teacher. Moreover, this time, the Eldest Princess Li Xuanya, who had returned from Longyan, was in the ranks, so the formation was truly not small. Li Zhenzhu led the team himself and knelt on the ground.

"Welcome, Eldest Princess! Welcome, Vice Minister Liu!"

With a rustle, a group of people then stood up.

Liu Zheng kept looking at this Li Zhenzhu, who looked to be in his fifties and had an extraordinary bearing. This guy was famous in Korea for being skilled in both literature and martial arts; before Liu Zheng came, he had investigated him. He had once served as a Reader in the Hanlin Academy during exchanges between the two countries; this was originally a civil post, but after returning to his country, he became a military general for the Southerner Party. He had repeatedly performed meritorious deeds in resisting the Wa army.

"Get up."

Li Xuanya's cold voice came from the Horse Carriage.

Jingcheng was the Korean city closest to Longyan, and ever since Li Zhenzhu had been stationed in Jingcheng, the name Vice Minister Liu had not been unfamiliar to him.

It was just that he hadn't expected this thunderous name to actually belong to such a young man before his eyes.

Li Zhenzhu also looked toward Liu Zheng.

Vice Minister Liu.

The two of them just sized each other up like this.

"This must be Vice Minister Liu Zheng of Longyan, right?"

Too young.

This person who could summon wind and rain in the Longyan Dynasty was actually just like a refined scholar.

If he didn't know that this guy wanted his life, just based on his first impression, it would be very difficult for Liu Zheng to feel any ill will toward this person. His military uniform fit him very well, and it could be seen that this man was also an outstanding general for resisting the enemy army.

"Get the Royal Teacher settled!"

Li Zhenzhu laughed heartily and went up to meet them.

Liu Zheng also smiled: "General Li is too polite."

Li Zhenzhu looked at Liu Zheng deeply and laughed heartily: "I don't know why, but seeing Lord Liu, I always feel an extra sense of closeness. Longyan is my second hometown; thinking back to my time in the Hanlin Academy, in the blink of an eye, how many years have passed..."

Liu Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Li Zhenzhu gave instructions to his subordinates.

The fifty-thousand-strong army naturally had to find a place to be stationed first.

This old man had some tricks up his sleeve.

Upon their first meeting, he spoke of this matter without any avoidance.

He was an old fox.